Thought about u when I got home. Hard.
I’ve tried not to. Behind on homework.
Gone twice already tonight. It doesn’t compare to having you next to me.
Liam’s breath hitched. I feel the same. He hesitated for a moment, then decided to confess. I jerked off to your picture on my phone.
Same.
Damn, they both had it bad.
I want to do it again. With you, now.
Liam pulled back from the screen. What?
You got Skype?
Yeah.
Turn on your webcam. My handle is comicboy86.
Liam pulled up the Skype program and found Cody’s avatar. He clicked his webcam on, and Cody appeared on his screen.
“Hey there.”
Liam blinked a couple of times. Cody seemed to be totally naked.
“You-you’re naked.”
“I told you what I’ve been doing.” Cody leaned in toward the camera. “We good? No parents around?”
“Hang on.” Liam got up from his chair, suddenly finding his jeans a bit restrictive. He poked his head out the door. All was quiet and dark downstairs. He looked to the left and saw a light underneath his parents’ closed bedroom door. The light dimmed, as if one of the bedside lamps were being turned off, then darkness as the other was turned off. He quietly closed his door and shut his own light off as well. He shoved a towel underneath his door to block any light that may come from the computer and his own bedside lamp. It wasn’t warm, but he turned on his fan to help hide any noises. He’d take being a little on the cool side to hide his illicit activities. He stripped down and grabbed his laptop, settling in on the bed. He propped the laptop up on pillows so he could see Cody and still have proper room to do the deed. “I’m back.”
“I was beginning to think something happened.”
“No, just making sure parents are asleep and that I’m comfortable.”
“I see. You hard?”
Liam tilted the laptop to give Cody a better view. “Getting there. Man, seeing you, that’s all I need anymore.”
“Touch yourself. Pretend it’s my hand.”
Liam began a slow pump on his cock.
“Damn, I wish I could feel you.”
“Keep talking.”
“You’re hard. I can feel the vein running underneath your cock. Your breath is shallow, your balls tight. Like you want to cum all over my hand.”
Liam felt everything Cody said. “It’s not going to take long.”
“Good. I want to see it. Show me that orgasm face.”
Liam sped up his pumping. He spread his precum over the tip of his cock, wishing he’d had the forethought to grab the lotion. But he wasn’t stopping now. He was close, very close.
“Cum for me Liam. Show me.”
Liam gave a low moan as he ejaculated over his stomach. It was exciting knowing he was orgasming for Cody, just for him.
“Damn Liam, that was fucking sexy.”
Liam leaned over to grab a tissue. “I’ve never heard you say fuck before.”
“I never had a reason to until now. You—watching you was all I needed.”
Liam turned back over to the screen, seeing Cody wipe himself off. “You mean you didn’t even touch it?”
“Nope. The moment your jizz came out, I was right behind you.”
“Sweet.”
“I know. Never had that happen, well, never after I finished the puberty thing. Always had to have physical stimulation until now.”
“Maybe next time I can watch you, see if I can do that. It must’ve been intense.”
“You have no idea. My whole body got into it and just let go.”
Liam felt his cock perk up again. “I want to go again.”
“Hang on, give me another minute. I’m not as young as you.”
“Yeah, that whole year makes you eligible for Viagra.”
“Smartass.”
“Want to try to cum at the same time?”
“We could do that. Ready?”
Liam gave his shaft a quick pump. “Oh hell yes.”
“Stroke slow. Let it build, higher and higher. Don’t rush it, make it good.”
Cody’s voice washed over Liam, making his cock rock hard. He glanced over to Cody and matched his strokes. “I’m close.”
“So am I. Slow and even.”
“Closer.”
“Slow… even.” Cody’s breath caught in his throat.
“I’m cumming.”
“Same!”
Liam couldn’t tear his eyes away from Cody as Cody flung his head back, his mouth open. Semen covered Cody’s hand and stomach. Liam felt the same warmth on his own hand and torso.
Cody grabbed another tissue. “I think I can sleep now.”
“I’m going to sleep like a baby. But probably going to wake up with morning wood.” Liam wiped his stomach off.
“Think of me.”
“Oh, I will. Night.”
“Night.”
Liam closed the laptop and placed it on the floor. As he reached for the lamp, his eyes focused on the Bible he kept on his night table. A flood of guilt ran through him. He had let his carnal urges take over the past few days, but now, faced with the one book that had guided him since he could read—the ol’ Baptist guilt and shame filled him. He picked the Bible up and placed it in the drawer. Out of sight and hopefully, out of mind, for at least the moment.
Chapter Eight
LIAM DIDN’T know how he’d get through the week. His libido was in overdrive and his only outlet was himself. Every thought of Cody brought on an obsession he didn’t know he was capable of. Between the thought of Cody and the guilt that was building up inside him, he had no mind left for schoolwork or football practice. While he hadn’t flunked any assignments yet, he was not getting his usual As and Bs, and his kicking precision had bottomed out.
He also made the conscious decision to use washcloths instead of tissues. After he’d gone through an entire box in just a few days, he knew his mom was going to get suspicious if he went through another one just as quickly. And it was getting pretty nasty having to smuggle out the used tissues to toss in a dumpster on his way to school.
The idea that he was turning into a sexual monster also weighed heavily on his mind. He began to think his sexual overdrive was a punishment from God for his impure thoughts and deeds. He was finding it hard to look his parents in the eye, but luckily he did have the excuse of keeping his grades up to stay locked in his room. If only Friday would arrive and he and Cody could be alone. His thoughts weren’t so tumultuous when he was with Cody. Hell, he couldn’t even form a single coherent thought when he was with Cody.
Friday finally arrived and none too soon. Liam was crawling out of his skin. He and Cody had kept their distance all week. It was becoming too hard to be close and not want to at least touch each other. They still sat together at lunch, but made sure someone else was sitting with them. They had kept up their nightly “sessions,” but it was clearly becoming evident it wasn’t going to be enough.
Liam tucked the camping gear into Cody’s trunk and slammed it shut. Cody placed a bag of food in the backseat. Liam made sure they made wide berths of each other as they packed. Liam’s dad was helping and there’s no way Liam was going to trust his hands if Cody was within arm’s length of him.
In what seemed like hours but in reality was about thirty minutes, Cody and Liam were packed up.
“You boys have fun. Phones charged?”
Liam pulled his out of his pocket and showed his dad the full battery charge. “And I remembered my car charger, just in case.”
“Good. Your mother and I will be home all weekend in case you need to call.”
“I’m sure we’ll be fine. I remember the rules, sticking only to the trail and will text in once we settle and again tomorrow night.”
Steven nodded. “Okay. Have a good time. See you Sunday afternoon. Be sure to call if you’re going to be later than four.”
Cody
came around the side of the car. “We will, sir. I don’t anticipate much traffic this time of year.”
“That’s true, but there’s always a chance of an accident happening. It’s a narrow, two-lane road out there, and once you’re off the main road, it’s barely a one and a half lane road. Someone gets stuck in the mud, you may have a wait.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Drive safe now.”
“We will, Dad.” Liam slid into the passenger’s side. Cody got in on his side and started the engine. Within ten minutes, they were outside the town limits and on their way to a short-lived freedom. Liam placed his hand over Cody’s. “Been thinking about this all day.”
“You have no idea.” Cody turned his hand over so they could clasp hands. “How long does it take to pitch the tent?”
“If we find a decent spot and the ground’s not too hard for the spikes, fifteen, twenty minutes.”
“That’s going to be the longest fifteen to twenty minutes of my life.”
“You ain’t kidding.” Liam squeezed Cody’s hand. “You know, I’ve been wondering. Is this”—Liam pointed to the both of them with his free hand—“thing going on between us, like, you know, normal? Did you feel the same way with the girl you slept with?”
“That girl had nothing on what I feel about you. I was curious; I did do some Internet research. Seems gay guys can form pretty intense and furious attachments.”
“Intense is a weak term.” Liam looked out the window. “I have been feeling guilty, though.”
“Guilty?”
“It’s my upbringing, again. I swear, the Catholics have nothing on the Baptists when it comes to guilt.” He turned to look at Cody. “Does your mom know about us? What exactly did you tell her?”
“I’m pretty open with her. I told her we’ve touched but no sex. She was cool with that.”
“I still want to talk to her. Maybe after speaking with her, I won’t feel so guilty.”
“I’m sorry you’re going through this. Sexual expression shouldn’t make anyone feel guilty.”
“You know, if I was having these feelings for a girl, hell even slept with a girl, I don’t think I’d feel this way. I could probably even tell my mom about it.”
“Gay relationships have come a long way in a short time, but there’s still so much to be done. I can be out back home and no one blinks an eye. Here, yeah, I wonder if I’d be killed if I came out.”
Liam stroked the back of Cody’s hand. “I’d hope no one would go that far, but I can see a bit of gay bashing, maybe violence.”
“I was thinking. After I leave, maybe you could come visit? You’ll have your license by then. Will you be able to afford a car?”
Liam shook his head. “Probably not. What little money I make mowing lawns and doing odd jobs around the neighborhood has to go into my college fund.”
“Bus trip, then?”
“If it’s not too much, sure. I’m not sure how I’m going to survive once you leave.”
“Let’s not worry about that now.” Cody turned the blinker on, heading off the main road. “Almost there.”
“None too soon.”
With the car parked and the camping spot staked out well away from any prying eyes, Cody and Liam quickly pitched the tent and laid out the sleeping bags. It was still a couple of hours until complete darkness, so they put off lighting a fire in the pit. It was a mad scramble to get out of their clothes and into the tent.
They emerged an hour later, sated, tired, and hungry.
“Go get some wood, I’ll dig out the food.” Cody pointed to a large brush pile across the field.
“Will do.”
“Hope your Boy Scout training comes in. Not one hundred percent sure about lighting this fire.”
Liam leaned down to kiss Cody on the top of the head. “I got this. I aced lighting fires.” He headed off to the brush pile, picking out various pieces to be used for kindling and others for keeping a nice hot fire lit. He got back to Cody and separated the wood by size. Kindling placed, he pulled out his waterproof matches and lit the fire. It grew, slowly, and Liam gently added larger pieces until the fire was roaring.
“Nice job, Boy Scout.”
Liam gave him a playful shove. “It’s not that difficult.”
Cody dug into the cooler. “Hot dogs?”
“Isn’t that the only food you should have at a fire?”
“That and marshmallows. Your mom packed stuff for s’mores as well.”
“Mom knows I love chocolate.”
Liam pulled two longer sticks from his pile and whittled down the ends to a point. He and Cody roasted their hot dogs and ate their way through the whole package. S’mores were next and after they both played around by shoving melted marshmallows and chocolate into each other’s mouths, they found themselves lying next to the fire, holding hands, kissing and touching, and enjoying the sounds of the night.
Bedtime brought on another round of pleasuring each other. Liam felt his heart grow lighter and the guilt melting away after each orgasm. This felt so right, so wonderful, that no God could hate him or what he was doing. He knew, that night, that what had been shouted from the pulpit was wrong, so wrong. What the pastor had been drilling into his mind was sinful in itself. Love, in all its forms, and loving someone else was not a sin. Saying it was, now that was the sin.
While he still didn’t know how he was going to get out of going to church after that weekend, he knew he no longer believed the Baptist tenets regarding homosexuality.
“WATCH YOUR step.” Liam leaned back and extended his hand to Cody.
“This hiking thing is a little harder than it looks.” Cody picked his way over an outcropping of rock, using his free hand to steady himself.
“Well, we could have taken the kiddie trail.”
Cody gave him the stink-eye. “I’m fine.”
Liam pulled Cody up and over the rocks, Cody landing right in front of him. He grasped the back of Cody’s head and mashed their lips together. “Good. The kiddie trail has a bunch of, well, kids on it. Wouldn’t want to give them an eyeful, now would we?”
“Maybe.”
“You’re mad.”
“No, I think I want to be an exhibitionist.”
Liam smiled. “What, you want to go to a nudie beach or something?”
“Why not? At least there we could kiss, hold hands—” Cody placed Liam’s hand over Cody’s groin. “—and do other things.”
Liam tucked in closer to Cody. “It’s at least thirty minutes back to our camp. We really should continue the hike. You need to make it convincing to my dad that you had a good time and saw a lot of the park.” He opened his mouth against Cody’s, his tongue diving right in. He stopped when he realized he needed to breathe.
“You’re making this difficult.”
“Just think what we can do once we finish the hike.”
Cody slid past Liam and grabbed his hand. “Let’s go!”
They finished their hike, Cody taking plenty of pictures for any proof they might need. They dropped their packs next to the tent. “I’ll post these once we get back to civilization. I don’t want to use up any data trying to connect out here.”
Liam looked over Cody’s shoulder at the pictures. “You have a good eye.”
“I love photography.”
Liam sat down next to Cody. He placed his hand on Cody’s forearm and laid his head on Cody’s shoulder. Cody raised the camera and turned it toward them, snapping a picture. He showed it to Liam.
“I think this one needs to be printed out.”
Liam lightly touched the camera’s screen. “I love it. It’s perfect. Give me a copy when you do, ’k?”
“Of course.” Cody put the camera down and gathered Liam into his lap, mashing their lips together.
“Damn that was nice.”
Cody licked the tip of Liam’s nose. “I want to go further tonight.”
Liam cocked his head. “Like what?”
“I want to blow y
ou.”
“Blow—” Liam raised his eyebrows. “Oh, blow.” He gave Cody a sexy smile. “I want that.” He nibbled on Cody’s ear. “The thought of your mouth, there—yeah.”
They both scrambled into the tent, clothes and hiking boots being scattered about. Cody settled in between Liam’s legs.
Afterward, in a postorgasmic haze, Liam didn’t want the sensations running through his body to end. He pulled himself up and rolled Cody over and reciprocated. It was sloppy at first, and he did gag a little, but he found his rhythm. This added intimacy cemented his feelings for Cody. He had fallen. Hard.
THE WEEKEND went by too quickly. It was three in the afternoon on Sunday as Liam doused the fire and Cody rolled up the sleeping bags. Liam tossed the plastic bag full of their dirty clothes and towels to Cody.
“You think you can do the clean up on these?”
Cody shoved the back into his pack. “No worries.”
Liam scattered the ashes of the fire. “My mom might get a bit freaked out if she picked through them.”
“I do my own laundry, so we’re good.”
“I probably should learn to do my own too. Maybe I’ll ask my mom to teach me. I’m going to have to learn before college.”
“It’s not hard. Separate dark colors and light ones, and use cold water. That’s my secret for my tees and jeans.”
“Good enough.” Liam sat down next to Cody and surveyed the packed bags. Liam put his hand on Cody’s thigh. “This has been beyond my dreams. I don’t know how I can go back to town, back to school.”
Cody sighed. “I know. It doesn’t seem real.”
“When can we be together again? My parents are going to get suspicious if I keep asking to spend the night.”
“Would it be so bad to tell them?”
Liam stiffened. “I think it would. My mom is so up in arms over same-sex marriage. She’s started an e-mail campaign. I’ve heard her mention that the gays are ruining society.”
“Damn.”
Liam gazed into Cody’s eyes. Deep brown eyes he could get lost in. “What’re we going to do?”
“I don’t know. But we’d better get packed up and on the road soon if we’re making it back before four. I know we can call and say we’re going to be late, but I don’t want to get on your parents’ bad side.”
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